What is love?

Lonnie, thank you for sharing your love with me.

What is love, is it really true
is there love between me and you?

Is love the warmth of your smile
or the closeness we keep when separated by miles?

Is love the feel of your gentle touch
or how we miss each other so very much?

Is it the laughter we seem to share
even when things are sad and hard to bear?

Is it the twinkle in your starlit eye
is it love that makes me cry?

Is love the warmth you give my heart
or the sadness when we're apart?

The feelings we share between me and you
... it is love and yes, it is true.

August 27, 2000

Our heavenly father

This poem was written for my father,
Bertram Kunio Fukuda
who fought a short, hard battle with cancer,
and journeyed to be with the Lord on August 30, 1998.
We miss him each and every day.

Not a moment goes by that we don�t miss your love
You�re in our hearts always ... always thought of
We miss you dearly in every moment of our stay
We have memories of your love and recall them every day

It�s been two years since you last kissed Mom�s cheek
Your presence in her daily life has made her heart grow weak
But, the courage you�ve given us helps the days pass by
You�re in heaven now, but we�ll never say good-bye.

Our dear father, TutuMan and loving husband
So long for now ... until we all meet again.

August 29, 2000

Miles separate us
each and every day
but our hearts are together
in each and every way.

They're connected always
through good and bad
beating together
through happy and sad.

We'll bond and grow
together through the days
we'll share our love
today, tomorrow ... always.

September 11, 2000

The fall breeze
blows through my hair
as I sit on the steps
and at the blossoms I stare.

The trees are green
the grass brown and golden
The tree's magenta petals
are pretty and swollen.

Like a fresh autumn breeze
that sweeps a heart
the storm is setting in
like the sadness when we're apart.

September 12, 2000

Knowing you're sad makes me feel more the same.
My heart aches with you -- I'm feeling your pain.
The tears well up in my eyes and heart.
The absense and distance is painful when we're apart.

The tears stream down my cheeks from my sad eyes
like fresh fallen raindrops from the skies.
The drops wash away the sadness and fear
awaiting the sunshine and the day you're near.

September 13, 2000

Smiles

Seeing Kahea smile is all it takes
to make me realize how lucky I am
to have such a beautiful daughter.

Watching her grow from baby to tot
and toddler to a beautiful, loving little lady
gives me every reason to smile, too.

Kahea brings alot of joy and happiness
to my everyday life and to lives of others
with her sweet personality and radiant smile.

In her smile you can see the innocence and sweetness
of her youth, the love of her heart
and the love she is willing to share with me, her mother.

September 13, 2000

The Lord took your son
before his fourteenth brithday
There's still so much
to him you want to say

"I love you, son,
please don't go so soon
I don't want to let go
to this soft, sad tune

I want you here with me
right by my side
there's so much to say
but all I've done is cried.

I'll speak those words
as to your boyish face
hoping you'll hear them
even if only a trace

I love you, son
even when we'd fight
when you'd say something nice
or do something not so bright

I know you were
just being a little gent
But for an angel, my dear son,
the Lord has sent

He'll take you under His wings
tuck you in each night
I'll look at you in the open sky
the shining star, so glimmer and light

I know you'll add sunshine
to heaven above
as you did in my life
with just your love

Not a day will go by
that I'm not missing you
not a moment will pass
that I'm not loving you, too

For now, rest in God's land
of angels, my dear son,
your duty on earth was short
but well done

Little Dale, don't be sad
don't cry as you wait
Daddy will meet you one day
at heaven's gate

I'm missing you
our time together and father/son fun
but I'll hold onto the memories ...
I love you, son."

September 27, 2000
written for Dale
in memory of his son, Stellet Dale Adkins, Jr.
October 1986 - September 2000